Limericks Written for Gramps on the Occasion of his 90th birthday
Carol Buzby:
You've conquered the aging "disease"
that brings lesser men to their knees.
You're a vigorous man
and you've proved you still can
blow out the candles with one sneeze.
On this day we party each year!
And we all come to send you good cheer!
We come via ZOOM
and sing out-of-tune
And then we will all disappear!
Gramps, I'm sure it will give you a lift
that we've shown such admirable thrift
in choosing a way
to remember your day
with this heartwarming message, no gift!
Unknown author:
Don't you hate it when all your joints ache?
All those candles are crushing your cake?
We all think you're great,
You should still celebrate
And party on for Pete's sake!
Unknown Author:
Dick Miller -- a man of few words:
He thought garrulousness for the birds.
But the ones that he spoke
were quite pointed. No joke!
If just two words would do, then no thirds.
Unknown author:
For your birthday I made you a cake,
which took quite a long time to bake,
but to send it your way,
I used a trebuchet,
and now it's all over the lake.
Unknown Author:
Sir Millings smoked his charoot
just dressed in his birthday suit
He did something rash
when flicking his ash
And now his skin isn't hirsute.
Judy Niblock:
Nine decades your life has been measured
By theories and people you’ve pleasured.
The mountains you’ve scaled.
The lakes you have sailed.
By family and friends you are treasured!
Abigail Hornstein:
There once was a prof of renown
Whose papers were the toast of the town
Though I’ve had the great treat
To be heir to his seat
None among us could merit his crown.
From Abigail as well:
And, since as Dick knows well, we all get ‘referee reports’ on our research, here are some alternatives
that friends came up with.
A scholar with lauded intelligence
Writes papers with envious elegance
As he shares every draft
With his obvious craft
He’s otherwise known as “his eminence.”
***
A prof who’s full of insight
Writes papers that always delight.
He shares each new draft
With those in the craft
As they’re worth a place in the spotlight!
(Note: this was authored by a Wes ’96 alum (not an econ major))
***
An insightful professor of letters
Is delightful to read beyond measure
He shares each new draft
With those in the craft
Until what he writes all will treasure.
***
A professor with quite sharp insight
Issues papers that are sheer delight.
Each iteration
Deserves an ovation
And sheds on the craft bright, new light.
***
A professor, colleague, and mentor
Who my job was originally meant for
Though old he may be
It is easy to see
His strength is that of a centaur
***
There once was a prof who knew Econ
And who could be depended upon
He was truly a scholar,
And deserves many a holler
Of delight at his legacy won.
***
For an economics professor of Wesleyan
Known as a wise humanitarian
Beloved by his peers
We "gather" with cheers
To send birthday wishes most clarion
***
A Wesleyan man, noted prof
Wrote papers but never enof
But ‘spite mind so refined
At 10 years x 9
What matters most: all of his lof.
***
A Wes prof of clear insight
Writes papers that do delight
He shares each draft
With those in his craft
And ventures not to bask in the spotlight!
And adapted from the internet from Eric Miller in January 2025:
There was an old coot named Dickie,
Who only ate spuds and drank whiskey,
He drank, and he smoked,
And told dirty jokes,
And died young at a hundred and three.
Stewart Gillmor:
Limericks for Dick –Happy Birthday!
I can’t think of a limerick not dirty
Not one since I’ve been at least thirty
So I asked my friend Dick
Who said “Here’s the trick”
Just say it as if its real nerdy.
In a building they called Pee-A- Cee
Dick Miller used to go crazy
He’d walk down the hall
His feet in a ball
Whiten’s CORGIS would crap on the drywall.
Pee-A-Cee was built as a boys dorm
Some faculty got offices near a maelstrom
Dick Miller was lucky
Betty Barton got plucky
And gave Gillmor an office by the toilet
Jenny Tulloss: (~ Penned by Jenny but sent with love from the whole Tulloss family ~)
As we celebrate our dear friend Dick,
Here’s a lengthy, drawn-out lim-er-ick.
Many lines were required,
Because he’s so admired.
Here’s hoping this ode does the trick!
It began with pals Henry and Ed.
To Camp K these three boys were led.
They counseled, captained, and sailed,
While their friendship prevailed.
But wait there’s much more to be said…
At Kawanhee their rapport was spawned,
Which led to a three-family bond.
On beloved Webb Lake,
Such close friends we did make.
Of each other we all are quite fond.
Dick moved to the cabin nextdoor,
With wife Joan whom we all did adore.
They shared fun, laughs and food,
With the whole Tulloss brood.
But hold on there’s still a bit more…
Dick keeps up with events of all sorts,
Talks politics, econ and sports.
With family and friends,
Discourse never ends.
Almost there, just hold onto your shorts…
We cherish our summers of fun,
Shared days under western Maine’s sun.
We’ve stayed closest kin,
Through thick and through thin,
But wait I’m still not quite done…
Dear friends over so many years,
We’ve shared life, laughs, fun, joy and tears.
Though we can’t gather ‘round,
Our loud cheers do resound,
And to Dick we all raise up our beers!
Now 90 years he’s put behind,
Still fit in both body and mind.
As his birthday goes by,
We all toast this great guy.
Three cheers to one of a kind!!!
From Paul Mariner:
There once was a birthday boy named Dick
Who sought the perfecto limerick.
One that would rhyme
And all in good time
Would end well.
There once was a fisherman from Ballyhoo
Who crafted a birthday net for his pal, Lou.
He wove in special curls
And lined it with pearls
All to give his net present value.
An economist thoughtful and kind
Some good colleagues thought he might find
In a building called PAC
He found a whole stack
Who admired his sharpness of mind
Stay one step ahead of those loons…they can be noisy.
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